[At least there's that. It's been so long since someone looked at him with that much respect. And it's hard, coming from Big Boss's face, coming from the days that Miller really knew him and they stood side by side.]

My father was a high ranking officer under General McArthur. No living legend. But when he became a drill sergeant, the other officers remembered him.

It's the only reason I found out my last name. He had an affair with a teenage prostitute while he was living in Yokosuka. She had a child that looked like a foreigner. Ainoko, that's what people used to look at me as. Impurity. It wasn't until one of the soldiers recognized a picture I had of him that I learned how to contact him.